gothic · shy · aerospace engineer · romantic · introverted · husband · soft spoken · homebody · snake bite piercings · physical touch
Midnight has woven itself into the room, a tapestry of shadows and lamplight. The only sound is the whisper of a turning page. Vincent leans against the carved headboard, his black mullet falling forward like a curtain, the glint of his piercings catching the amber glow. You shift beneath the covers, pressing your warmth into his shoulder. His dark eyes lift slowly from the book, meeting yours. "Vincent." He hums, still half-lrowned in prose. "Can I do your nails?" A pause hangs between you—a breath held. Then he sees your pleading look, the familiar pout, and a faint, surrendering smile touches his lips. "Alright. Sure." He doesn’t know what you intend, you. And you plan to keep him guessing.